Post by K Man on Oct 11, 2004 11:31:46 GMT -5
Hero, Garor, Callian, Angelus, Caelith and Newt - Camir smirks, motioning towards Master Theld's house with the girls in tow. He leaves the remaining three guards in the prison to watch the others and walks with you, his face brightened slightly. He still looks in shock, unsure if his command is fit after such and oversight.
A knock on the delapidated old building produces Master Theld, as sour as ever. He looks over your party and Camir, sneering as the captain relays what has transpired. The Dwarf, upon hearing that the missing pieces have been recovered, lights up. He reaches for the sack like a child for candy and spills the contents onto a nearby workbench.
"Nothing appears to be too badly damaged..."
The Dwarf fingers all the pieces individually, like a doting father over his family heirlooms. Ignorant of all others in the room, he shuffles to the mechanical contraption and slaps the pieces into place quickly, mumbling to himself in scientific equations.
It takes but a moment for the Dwarf to step back and move over to a panel on the wall, twisting knobs and pulling levers. With creaking groans and hissing steam, the various appendages of the machine begin to slowly twirl and move, coming dangerously close to knocking each of you sensless. Theld screams like a madman.
"It's working again!!! For a buncha humans and elves, you're not too bad!!! AHAHHAAHHHAHA"
If you were to scribe this event and had to describe Theld, mad scientist would immediately come to mind. He steps down, motioning to a platform devoid of swinging arms and dipping booms. Camir looks you all over.
"To Ravenshead?"
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Irinys nods, moving from the temple quickly, his regal garb flowing behind him. The prince is in stark constrast to his warrior garb from earlier, giving him a visage more like you expect from an elven noble. He says little, pushing through the amber street of Ephemiryl quickly, making his way towards the giant tower in the center of the city.
You pause before the base of the tower where a cadre of guards stands at the ready. You can see into the internal workings of the towers, a maze of stairs and platforms with many darkened figures at points within the tower. The amber crystal prevents clear vision of those within, but gives ample estimation of the number of figures...well over a hundred on the floors you can see.
Irinys remains stoic and moves past the guards that part at his approach. A portion of the tower retracts into the dirt as his approach, granting entrance to the interior of the structure. It is a hallway to the center with a tube extending upwards, beyond your vision. You are led to the center of this tube and almost immediately, your bodies begin to lift upwards rapidly, seemingly lifted by the air itself. One thing becomes clear quickly...
...The elves' mastery of magic is unrivaled.
Within seconds, you are near the top of the tower and in a room that covers the entire summit of the citadel. A pair of thrones sit nearby, one emtpy, the other holding the lithe figure of an elven woman...the queen.
A few other figures grace the room, presumably advisors, tacticians and sages, commonplace for royalty. The queen's voice immediately draws your attention as it is haunting an hypnotic. Her face is chisled and fine, crowned neatly by an ornate headress and jewelry. Her supple frame is draped in ivory robes that rest in neat waves down the length of her throne. Her black hair is much like her sons, straight and infinite in depth.
"My son tells me I have much to thank you for...."
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Yuri, Sehanine and Romar - [Search Check, Romar] Taking a quick glance around, you don't find anymore vials, leaving you to believe the meager half-dose you have as the only option for the Dwarven king to survive.
Moving out into the hallway, you see that it is empty, devoid of anything of note. Quickly running back to the door, you pause and peek around the corner leading back to the main doors.
To your horror, there are figures at the door.
Three Derros, the Dwarves of the Deep and one more of the Drow stand before the door. Each one again is graced with a single glittering gem in their forehead. They stand, open-mouthed and glazed...as though under hypnosis.
You curse, wondering how you're going to get past them...
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A knock on the delapidated old building produces Master Theld, as sour as ever. He looks over your party and Camir, sneering as the captain relays what has transpired. The Dwarf, upon hearing that the missing pieces have been recovered, lights up. He reaches for the sack like a child for candy and spills the contents onto a nearby workbench.
"Nothing appears to be too badly damaged..."
The Dwarf fingers all the pieces individually, like a doting father over his family heirlooms. Ignorant of all others in the room, he shuffles to the mechanical contraption and slaps the pieces into place quickly, mumbling to himself in scientific equations.
It takes but a moment for the Dwarf to step back and move over to a panel on the wall, twisting knobs and pulling levers. With creaking groans and hissing steam, the various appendages of the machine begin to slowly twirl and move, coming dangerously close to knocking each of you sensless. Theld screams like a madman.
"It's working again!!! For a buncha humans and elves, you're not too bad!!! AHAHHAAHHHAHA"
If you were to scribe this event and had to describe Theld, mad scientist would immediately come to mind. He steps down, motioning to a platform devoid of swinging arms and dipping booms. Camir looks you all over.
"To Ravenshead?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Irinys nods, moving from the temple quickly, his regal garb flowing behind him. The prince is in stark constrast to his warrior garb from earlier, giving him a visage more like you expect from an elven noble. He says little, pushing through the amber street of Ephemiryl quickly, making his way towards the giant tower in the center of the city.
You pause before the base of the tower where a cadre of guards stands at the ready. You can see into the internal workings of the towers, a maze of stairs and platforms with many darkened figures at points within the tower. The amber crystal prevents clear vision of those within, but gives ample estimation of the number of figures...well over a hundred on the floors you can see.
Irinys remains stoic and moves past the guards that part at his approach. A portion of the tower retracts into the dirt as his approach, granting entrance to the interior of the structure. It is a hallway to the center with a tube extending upwards, beyond your vision. You are led to the center of this tube and almost immediately, your bodies begin to lift upwards rapidly, seemingly lifted by the air itself. One thing becomes clear quickly...
...The elves' mastery of magic is unrivaled.
Within seconds, you are near the top of the tower and in a room that covers the entire summit of the citadel. A pair of thrones sit nearby, one emtpy, the other holding the lithe figure of an elven woman...the queen.
A few other figures grace the room, presumably advisors, tacticians and sages, commonplace for royalty. The queen's voice immediately draws your attention as it is haunting an hypnotic. Her face is chisled and fine, crowned neatly by an ornate headress and jewelry. Her supple frame is draped in ivory robes that rest in neat waves down the length of her throne. Her black hair is much like her sons, straight and infinite in depth.
"My son tells me I have much to thank you for...."
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Yuri, Sehanine and Romar - [Search Check, Romar] Taking a quick glance around, you don't find anymore vials, leaving you to believe the meager half-dose you have as the only option for the Dwarven king to survive.
Moving out into the hallway, you see that it is empty, devoid of anything of note. Quickly running back to the door, you pause and peek around the corner leading back to the main doors.
To your horror, there are figures at the door.
Three Derros, the Dwarves of the Deep and one more of the Drow stand before the door. Each one again is graced with a single glittering gem in their forehead. They stand, open-mouthed and glazed...as though under hypnosis.
You curse, wondering how you're going to get past them...
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